Well, this is the first time I've ever written about Yamamoto. (I hate him anyways, blugh) So here you are! The first chapter of my first story from the villain's point of view, as they go on a quest to kill the good guys. I feel evil.

Disclaimer: I own everything in the world except Bleach. Kubo Tite owns that. ;)

Chapter 1

The night passed more slowly than I probably would have liked, but it couldn't be helped. I paced around the few square yards of flooring that I had chosen to use as a headquarters around the old equipment, occasionally glancing at the screens and watching Kurosaki and his friends gather some of the captains. The process for that took much, much longer than I had anticipated, and I ended up watching the screens with such utter boredom that I was tempted to fall asleep. (luckily, Arrancars don't need sleep, so I didn't.)

Really, the Soul Society is so official, it can take days to get something decided on.

At least this time it only lasted a few hours, so they came down right at the peak of night, when I most needed them too. Before they did so, however, I had to watch intently as they gathered themselves at the top of the newer Central 46 entryway, mulling about and speaking in low tones to themselves. There was much talk about what plan they were to use, but unfortunately for them, I could hear every word of it. Idiots. Although, I have to admit they came down prepared. Captains Ukitake, Kyorak, Yamamoto, Zaraki, Kuchiki, and Hitsugaya were all there, accompanied by Lieutenant Abarai, the Quincy, and Kurosaki. They looked angry enough to kill whatever lie in their path, but I had anticipated and planned for this to the extent where I knew exactly what I was going to do. Exactly.

"Let me see…" I said to myself, strolling down through the rows of broken machinery, letting my blood-deprived fingers stray over what remained of the buttons and levers. "They will split up into teams, to search for 'Aizen'. All I have to do is be careful as to where I let them search." I watched them in my peripheral vision through the screen as they did, indeed split up – into teams of two. They seemed baffled by my lack of spiritual pressure, because by now I have surely learned how to suppress it to complete invisibility. I documented everything down pat in my mind, being sure to remember exactly what was going on, and where they were heading.

It didn't take them long to split up and find groups to stay with. Kyorak paired up with Ukitake, Yamamoto with Kuchiki, Zaraki with Hitsugaya, and Abarai, the Quincy, and Kurosaki together. I made note of this carefully and watched as they all disappeared down the separate hallways that they had decided to enter. I let a few minutes pass as they walked down the halls, suddenly realizing that for the first time in many millennia, there were other souls down here with me. But this fascination only lasted so long… I had to finish.

"Well now," I said, as I watched them all on separate screens. "I can't have all of you running around trying to find me at the same time, now can I? Besides, Yamamoto, I have a score I want to settle with you… and I know just how to do it, too." I hovered my hand over the control board, watching that accursed, powerful leader of the Soul Society walk cautiously along with that stuck-up arrogant Kuchiki fellow. I smirked.

"You first," I hissed. I pressed a finger down that let me in on their conversation.

"… I just find it hard to believe that Aizen could be down here," Captain Kuchiki was stating, his dull eyes staring straight ahead of him as he and the head captain walked down the impending corridors.

"As do I, Byakuya," replied Yamamoto, dropping his professional attitude around who must have been one of his closer friends. "But you can never be too cautious."

"And what happens if we run into Aizen, or one of the other groups does?" replied Kuchiki, giving his captain a sideways glance. "Flash step to the spot?"

"Yes," replied Yamamoto, as they continued to tromp through the pitch-black halls, lit only by the dull glow of the head captain's withdrawn sword.

"I cannot help but feel that somehow we are all being foolish," Captain Kuchiki replied, walking side-by-side with his partner. "If Aizen is indeed down here, then he must have some sort of reason to be. Therefore, he has a plan. We can never underestimate him."

"Heh, not bad," I huffed at him in my accent, crossing my arms. Perhaps not all of the captains were as dull-witted as Yamamoto… although all of them were still snobbish law-abiding jerks anyway, with moments of varying personality.* However, this moment for Kuchiki would not buy him a place outside my plan.

"No," Yamamoto replied, in response to his subordinate's claims. "We must never underestimate anyone."

"Then if Aizen is down here we must be fully prepared to defeat him, which will probably not come by the sword," said Kuchiki. "Could we not trap him in the same way we did Plateado? Surely he has not yet escaped." My eyebrows went straight up. This Kuchiki fellow had more than I could give him credit for brain-wise. To a certain extent, that is.

"Ah, I forgot about Plateado," admitted Yamamoto, causing me to sneer at him.

"I could only have expected that of you," I said to him without his knowledge. I tilted my head. "Only one so arrogant as you."

"Well he hasn't appeared to us yet so far," Kuchiki said as he glanced back and forth down the long, black hall. "Let us hope he does not decide to show up. Then we will have to deal with him as well."

"At least we know we can defeat him," said Yamamoto in a scoffing tone.

"Tch," I said.

"I fear you are at fault there," Kuchiki suddenly said, glancing sideways at his captain, the latter of whom raised an eyebrow. "The only reason he is down here is because we could not defeat him."

"I think I'm beginning to like you," I laughed at the black-haired captain. Yamamoto sighed.

"As you say, Byakuya," he replied. "However, if he does appear, together we can all defeat him easily." I saw the dissertation on Kuchiki's face, but he didn't say anything in opposition. I smirked.

"You will be the first to go," I stated to them, even though they could not hear me. Purposefully, my hand strayed to a certain control pad and stayed right above it, waiting for them to find the right place. They did, eventually, and came upon one small room, only as big as a small bedroom. That should serve its purpose well. A glint shone in my golden eye, as I portrayed all the hate I held for the head captain.

"An eye for an eye, a prison for a prison," I hissed under my breath, grinning.

*click!*

*THOOM*

"What the-?" Yamamoto cried, as four thick, heavy walls crashed down over all the doorways in the room. The whole structure they were in shuddered, and they struggled to keep their balance as they threatened to be thrown into the walls.

"The doors!" Captain Kuchiki called, as their only means of escape were instantly cut off. The slim light that was being cast from Yamamoto's sword went out temporarily, and in the complete darkness, stones started to crash down from the ceiling around them. I listened to their cries and grunts with a high level of amusement. I laughed at their plight as the screen nearly started shaking, the carnage in the room was so high.

The shuddering and shaking eventually slowed, though, much too soon for my liking. I gave a small sigh, but stepped closer to see what was going on – I had waited for this so long. The room lay in velvety black silence for a long, unbroken moment, disrupted by nothing, and I stood impatiently awaiting the next step. At first there came nothing, but then a small movement's noise was picked up by the speakers that I was listening through. I peered closer at the screen, and was rewarded when Yamamoto's sword started once again to glow softly. A limited circle of fading light showed, and I watched as the head captain pushed away the rubble, standing slowly and rubbing his head as if he had been hit by one of the falling rocks. He opened his eyes to look around him and saw nothing but huge piles of broken stone.

"B-Byakuya?" he asked, using one of the nearby pieces of rubble to support himself as he tried wobbly to stand. He shook his head vigorously as he tried to clear it. As the dust that had been rising around him slowly started to settle, he called out again. "Byakuya!" My delight grew when he spotted a bit of his captain's haori sticking bloodily out from underneath a large piece of rubble. Without losing a second, he raced over to the spot and then leaned down, shoving his fingers underneath the huge piece of rock.

"YAAAAHHH!" he roared, lifting the huge piece of stone with his bare hands, struggling to lift it off his friend and flip it off onto the other side with a monstrous heave. Impressive. He quickly looked down underneath, and gave a shallow gasp. The body of Byakuya Kuchiki lay underneath, smashed and bloodied… his sword shattered.

"C-captain… Yamamoto…" he coughed, as his commander got to his knees beside him, already preparing a kido spell to heal him. It was clear to all of us, however, that there was far too much damage done to correct with just a spell.

"Byakuya," Yamamoto said sorrowfully as he brought the spell closer, but Kuchiki pushed it away.

"There's… nothing you… can do," he gasped, taking the sleeve of his captain in his grasp. "Just… find… Aizen…Defeat him!" he broke out coughing.

"I…I will," Yamamoto replied, his voice shocked as he realized that one of his best officers was dying in his own, trembling hands. "Byakuya…"

"Take care…" his final words were. "Of Rukia…" Slowly, his bloodied hand loosened its hold on his captain's sleeve and fell soundlessly to the broken, cracked floor. Silence suddenly reigned, as Yamamoto, shocked, could do nothing but sit beside his subordinate's body with his mind come to a complete standstill. I let the moment wear on for a moment, as Yamamoto quietly folded Kuchiki's hands over his chest. When I'd had enough of the silence, I reached forward and flicked a switch that let me speak to that room alone.

"It has been a long time, has it not, Yamamoto?" I asked, not bothering to cover up my accent this time. The captain's head snapped up, and he looked around the room with a few tears in the corners of his hateful eyes.

"What?" he asked, slowly standing. "Is that…?"

"Plateado," I said proudly, pronouncing my own name with care. "Arturo Plateado. The very Arrancar you were just talking of a few minutes ago. Is that not a coincidence?"

"P-Plateado?" he stammered, not sure where the voice was coming from. He looked around but could not find anything in the darkening room.

"Yes," I replied. "I must congratulate you on that nice performance with your dead friend. It almost brought tears to my eyes."

"Wh-what?" he asked, his fists suddenly clenching. "You did this? YOU?" I gave my signature, evil laugh.

"Yes, I did," I replied somewhat haughtily. It was so gratifying to see rage pass over his features as he grated his teeth. "I orchestrated this whole thing. Aizen is not here. Aizen was never here, although you missed your chance to catch him when he is."

"WHAT?" Yamamoto roared in rage, suddenly realizing that he and the others had been duped by me and me alone. "This is all a trick?"

"Yes, that's right!" I laughed again, unable to keep my satisfaction down. "You have fallen, Head Captain Yamamoto! You and all of your friends are either going to get stuck down here or die, like your friend there. This is a trap, Yamamoto," I said. "And you all fell right into it. Now you can finally see what it is like to try and live in the inescapable prison. Now you can finally see what it's like to be me." I swiftly switched off the speaker and stood back to watch him react. He fumed.

"PLATEADOOO!" he roared at the walls and ceiling so loudly that I almost thought they would start collapsing again. Then he quieted, standing panting before Kuchiki's body, his fists balled as tightly as he could, staring listlessly down at the body of his friend. "Byakyua…" he said quietly before collapsing back to his knees before his friend. I watched with a snicker as he buried his face in his hands and stifled back tears. The great Yamamoto? Shedding tears? This was a moment I would be sure to remember.

"Maybe in couple hundred centuries, you too will find out how to escape," I spat at the screen, before turning away. My shoulders heaved up and down as I laughed silently. "I'll be waiting, just in case you do."

Without another word, I sidestepped casually to the next screen, looking at the other groups. They had all respectively stopped abruptly when Captain Kuchiki's spiritual pressure plummeted downwards, and they no doubt felt the rumbling of the halls as the ceiling collapsed in that building.

"What was that?" Hitsugaya asked, turning in his tracks. Standing beside him, the towering Zaraki turned and faced in that direction. All of the others did, too, from the separate hallways and rooms in which they were standing, commenting and asking themselves questions. I gave all the screens my infectious grin, and then started rapidly moving my fingers over the buttons that studded the top of the controls, clicking and pushing them with swift movements.

"Enjoy that," I said. "And good riddance." Only half a second passed before the thick stone walls that covered the doorways of the darkened room came crashing down around the groups and crumbled the ceilings and walls. The shouts and cries and even screams of surprise and pain that they emitted while this happened soothed my nonexistent heart to an extent of utter pleasure and a feeling of satisfied revenge. Well… almost.

"This would have been better only if I were facing you on the battlefield," I spat at the struggling Soul Reapers. My golden eyes shifted slowly towards the screen that contained Kurosaki, Abarai, and the Quincy. They were unharmed, as I had left them untouched… I needed them. Turning towards their screen, I watched with an evil glint in my eye as they looked around the darkened hallway with baffled expressions. The joy I felt by getting them to realize that their friends' reiatsus were dying off, one by one, was immense. The spiritual pressures of their friends were becoming repressed and trapped beneath huge chunks of rubble. There were strong ones, and there were weak.

"B-Byakuya?" Kurosaki asked, his eyes widening. The red-haired lieutenant beside him gasped loudly and turned in the direction of his captain's now dead reiatsu.

"Captain!" he called.

"This isn't good," was all the Quincy could find to say. I snorted.

"What the hell just happened?" Kurosaki roared as he turned to face the impending darkness that came up behind them. "Why are they all falling?"

My smile widened as Captain Ukitake's spiritual pressure was crushed, and his partner, Kyorak, became entangled in a huge pile of rocks and rubble. Zaraki was only mildly injured by the collapsing ceiling, but Hitsugaya was almost instantly killed. Huh. I was expecting his especially strong reiatsu to keep him alive, but I guess it really was size that mattered in situations like this.

"What's… what's going on?" Abarai asked, his eyes wide and his hand grasping the hilt of his overused zanpakuto. "They're all dying!"

"Is it Aizen?" the Quincy asked, clearly trying to keep himself from panicking. Kurosaki was keeping a surprisingly cool head at the moment, despite his usually boisterous and 'just' personality.

"If it is then I'm going to go and kill him with my bare hands," the orange-haired shinigami substitute growled, himself also fingering the hilt of the sword on his back. "But we can't waste time looking for him. We have to go back and get the others, and return to the Soul Society with them before they die. We'll have to abandon this mission for now."

"Hmmm," I said, my hand moving to my chin in a thoughtful manner. "That isn't part of this operation. You can't do that." I moved my fingers to another small switch and flicked it. (Practicing with these controls for hundreds of years had got me to memorize where everything was. Handy.). Instantly, all the doors slid closed around them but one, far too powerfully thick to break through, trapping them with only one exit.

"What the-?" Kurosaki asked loudly, as the Quincy and the Lieutenant looked wildly around. The ceiling and walls started to tremble, and they all looked up towards it as small bits of rock began to fall, and the walls and floor started to shudder

"Time to leave," the Quincy said, turning and legging it for the only open door. Without waiting, the others instantly followed him, running for that last exit. As they ran, the ceiling began to fall in, crashing into the ground as it had in the other rooms, but this time nobody was smashed to pieces beneath the huge rocks. At the last moment, it seemed, they all dove out of the last door and got to safety, landing in a heap on the other side as the room collapsed in on itself with a final crash.

I clapped.

The group of warriors slowly stood, turning and looking back at the room from which they had come, as the shuddering and trembling came slowly to a stop. They were silent for a few moments as they made sure that they were all there, and as they started to realize that their only means of escape were cut off.

"I… I guess we have no choice but to go deeper," Abarai said slowly, although everything about him screamed to be going back for his captain. "There has to be another way out of here further down."

"That seems unlikely, but there's no harm in trying," the Quincy said. He turned to face the oncoming darkness before them and started walking into it. "Come on." Without words, the others turned and followed him, all silently filing into the hallway, their minds still trying to encompass the Soul Reaper's deaths. I chuckled.

"Yes, keep coming," I said to myself, as I turned away and started walking in the direction that they were heading in. It was time to swivel into action. "I'll be waiting, Kurosaki."

*As the author manages to describe Soul Reapers from a bad guy's point of view in one sentence.

That's chapter 1. Please excuse Yamamoto's OOC-ness, but I had to. Please don't kill me for killing Byakuya, Ukitake, and Toshiro either. (GOD you don't know how hard it was to kill of Toshiro.)